He found a curse around his neck
like a yoke; he knows he'll never forget
the way she cut through his bed
like a snake would bite through a cape of flesh
But he holds her
though she's broken
Swears he don't care where she's been
He's tired
of being human
Wears her close to the bone as though
she were his own skin.
"Breathe in the core scent Earth's center calls to the wolf Coryn brings love home"-JJS
"The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace." -K. Chopin
Who I'd like to meet:
I am so grateful to have wicked awesome friends/family in my life!